For a whole week I had ripped up my boots on the stones of the roads. I walked into Charleroi; Into the Green Inn: I asked for some slices of bread and butter, and some half-cooled ham.

Happy, I stuck out my legs under the green table: I studied the artless patterns of the wallpaper - and it was charming when the girl with the huge breasts and lively eyes,

- A kiss wouldn't scare that one! - smilingly brought me some bread and butter and lukewarm ham, on a coloured plate; -

Pink and white ham, scented with a clove of garlic - And filled my huge beer mug, whose froth was turned Into gold by a ray of late sunshine.